Tomorrow, tomorrow, We're fightin', tomorrow...

3pm. Dinner with the in-laws. *groan and eyeroll simultaneously* Whenever I'm subjected to parties (and I use the term loosely because there is NO enjoyment or amusement at ALL) but whenever I'm subjected to parties with them I must step back a few paces and glance at my dashingly handsome Sonny Boy and then in the general direction of his dysfunctional, toxic clan... and wonder where he really came from. (Ok... so my clan is just as screwed up) It'll make his old mother very happy to have him there devouring food like he's got a space to fill somewhere inside him. A hollow leg or something. Yep, my boo's an eater.

So I just finished downing a shallow bowl of rippled Lay's chips (yes, I sucked the grease off my fingers) and sipping on a plastic tumbler of Pepsi. I've had the dieting habits of a 5-year-old loose at the family barbecue today. I had fried chicken, potato salad, potato wedges, cauliflower, shrimp, baby carrots, watermelon, a sugar cookie, chocolate pudding and strawberry cheesecake. Now, I'm snacking on more crap. Insanity. I probably added 3 more pounds to my already cellulite-swollen ass. Funny day.